The Sereni-Tree, the Immortals, the Octagonal Order, and the Harbinger of Darkness
POSTED BY: TheRealMe
UPDATED: Saturday, November 11, 2006 15:48
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Snuggled where she is, with SR muse, Seryn clips Snarky round the head.
The music finally stops, and she does a very good impression of someone one who's fingers aren't nearly broken now.
"Ok, now that we are up, i'm sorry to say this, but i think we need to find the others and see whats happening. They all went to the pub to get drunk, so gods only know whats happening now.
*kisses SR* we can carry on with this later?"
she grins and starts to pull on her coat (a very pretty fur lined thing she finds in the cupboard)(ooc- ain't making up wardrobes fun?) And starts to comb and pin up her hair.
"Now if you remember what clothes are, you might want to put some on, its chilly out there"
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Originally posted by seryn:
"Now if you remember what clothes are, you might want to put some on, its chilly out there"
"But what if I need to do some deep thinking? Besides the Baroness is expecting us to stick around. Very well, you take Snarky to town and find our friends you'll probably be safer with them anyways. The last thing either of us wants is for her to keep you and your potential progeny as hostages to enforce her will upon me. I'll stay here and find out about the McGuffin she wants to retreived. If she gets all paranoind and sends out soldiers to find you make for a enclave of free amazons, they will shelter you and I will send word of my situation through their network. The Knights of the Octagonal Order are honorable, but they have their own agenda so if you wind up with them you could become a pawn in their game of life. You had best take this."
SR pulls Seryn to him and gives her a powerful kiss of romantic intensity +3 with the combined force multiplier of the fact that he he is still sans clothes. Snarky chooses this moment to play some ditty from the movie Princess Bride.
Scorpion Regent
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*places back of hand against forhead*
"wow, that intense mix of gamer geek-speak and movie soundtracks really took my breath away.
Ok, you stay here if you really must, and i think you're being a tad over dramatic. No one is going to kidnapp me, no one should know about spawn, so i'll be fine. You one the other hand have Baroness Bitchy to contend with, so Snarky stays with you, to cover your ass.
Though i think he'd prefer it if you got some pants to do that, spare him the job.
I'm going to head down to the village, follow the smell of beer to their location and remain irritatingly cryptic about your whereabouts, then i'll be back.
*pulls hood up, kisses him breathless, just to show him how its done, and heads for the door*
'sides, I think he's running low on good music now, i don't want him around when he starts playing the Grease sountrack. I love you, i'll see you soon.
But fer heaven sakes put some frickin pants on!"
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Hmm.
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ATCGATCTAGCTAGCTAGTTCGATGCATCGTAGCTAGCTAGCACATGCTAGCTAGCTAG
GCTAGCTAGTACGATGCTAGCTGATCGATGCTAGCTAGTCGGCGCGGCTATATCGATCA
GCTAGCTAGTCAGTCGATGCTAGFGTCGTAGCATCATG
Wait... go back a few...
Now there's a rogue.
*snip*
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ATGCATGCATCGTACGACGTAGCTGACTGATCGATGCTAGCTATATTACGGCACGCGAT
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OOC: ROFL!!!!
Serenity,
President of The Juggled Gosling Chatroom
Bride8
http://callmeserenity.livejournal.com/
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I miss the simpler days. Hammocks, wine, womenfolk staring up kilts, men dressed as women. Sigh.
*Cowers in a corner, sipping on Oban, utterly fearful of SW's blue box.*
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A woman walked along the rooftops of the town, lightly hopping from one to the other as if she weighed less than a feather. She was very tall and very thin, almost a caricature of a normal human being. Everything about her was white: the simple gown which clung to her body, her short spiky hair, her skin, even her fingernails and toenails. The only color anywhere on her was in her eyes, which were red and glowing. As she moved, the air chilled about her and fog formed. She expelled frost from her mouth with each breath. Spots of ice were left in the footprints of her bare feet. Krysta the Whisperer, Krysta the Ice Queen, Krysta the White, had arrived. She was quietly trailing and observing the movements of Sir Wil and 13.
Suddenly, she stopped, turned, and gazed to her left.
There was another tall, thin figure among the rooftops. A man dressed all in green floated up to her side. He held snakes in his hands, and cradled a staff in the crook of his elbow. It was Ouroborous the Green. “Greetings, lovely Krysta, my dear! And welcome!”
Krysta raised an eyebrow and cocked her head to one side. Her mouth moved almost imperceptibly.
He shook his head. “No, Sir Kei is occupied. My snakes have seen to it that our plans here will not be disturbed. I take it that you had no problem luring Sir Wil to the chicken-man? Heh! I knew that odd little creature would be useful back when I first helped it escape from Alatariel’s lab!”
Krysta’s mouth moved again, and she shrugged.
“Excellent, my dear. And I must congratulate you on those Shadow Hound replicas. Even Karg the Bloody would not be able to tell them from his very own!”
Krysta’s features grew harsh, and her mouth moved again.
“Traitors?” He grinned. “No, my dear, we are not traitors! Why, we are soon to be Heroes of the Empire! We will follow Sir Wil to find the secret lair of the Octagonal Order, destroy it utterly, and, shockingly, find one of Alatariel’s vile chicken-man spawn in their clutches! Alatariel will be the one exposed to the Empress as a traitor, or at least a fool, thanks to our careful plan. With an additional witness as truthful, honest, and pliable as Magnus the Gold, what have we to fear?”
Krysta crossed her arms and frowned. She pursed her lips, then they moved again.
“Yes, I know that Alatariel is your sister. What of it? She is in our way. My dear, it is a little late for you to get… heh… cold feet.” He laughed some more at his little joke.
Krysta’s red eyes narrowed. Her mouth moved again, more rapidly than before. She even gestured.
“Goodness! Such language!” Ouroboros chucked again. “Come, we mustn’t lose them! Are you ready to signal Magnus?”
The pair of Immortals continued to follow their prey, never noticing that they were themselves being followed by a small, floating, silvery eye.
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Quote:
Originally posted by cozen:
I miss the simpler days. Hammocks, wine, womenfolk staring up kilts, men dressed as women. Sigh.
*Cowers in a corner, sipping on Oban, utterly fearful of SW's blue box.*
Sheesh, Cozen! If you feel that way, then why didn't we see more of you during the multiple threads of the Second Gala Pageant?
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Originally posted by seryn:
ooc - I simply needed to warn Simonwho and all about the 'I told you so'chorus that I will be unable to stop myself from singing when the S*** hitteth the fan.
OOC - Actually, Seryn, since there was nothing much going on up on the Sereni-Tree, I decided to give SimonWho and the rest of them something to do. Besides, the list of Brides has long been incomplete. Bride1 was the first of the Brides to have any sort of personality or individuality. She was patterned after The Bride in "Kill Bill", which was out on DVD around the time the Brides first appeared.
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